I just got a call on my cell phone that basically went like this:

Indian Call Worker: Is Shawn there?

Me: This is she.

Indian Call Worker (ICW): Yes, I would *garble garble garble*

Me: I can't hear you.

ICW: *garble garble garble*

Me: I still can't hear you. Let me move to another room.

ICW: Ms. Shawn *garble garble garble*

Me: I still can't hear you.

ICW: I'd like to offer you *garble garble garble* Now Shawn is your first name?

Me: I'm sorry, the connection is bad. I can't hear you.

ICW: *garble garble garble*

Me: I still can't hear you

ICW: *garble garble garble* Credit card *garble garble garble*

Me: You said the magic word. I don't want one. Don't send me one. If you do…

ICW: We want to send *garble garble garble*

Me: …I'm just going to cut it up. Don't sent me one.

ICW: *click*

Well, not exactly, but that's that gist of it. The call identified as being out of California, but based on the guy's accent and the quaility of the call, it sounded as if it came from India. I'm pretty sure it was a credit card offer, and I'm not going to go over those things on the phone. I think the thing that pissed me off the most is the guy could not grasp the concept of me not being able to hear him! I know he could hear me. I just couldn't hear him. It was digitalized and scrambled as if I were having a call over the Internet on dial-up. And after I said no, he just hung up on me.

[♪ Listening to: "Dangerous" - Roxette]

Posted by Shawn at September 7, 2007 5:08 PM in General.